a reiki healing

On the way back to town from class today, I summarized the Israeli Occupation for my friend Kristen. My theory: if we all stop paying taxes, the oppression will end and the government won't have the money to put us into jail, so we will go unpunished.

On the way back to campus (I decided I wanted to go back to sit-in on Kristen's Spritual Healing Powers class), I met an individual on the shuttle run between Harrisburg and campus who works with an NGO as one who helps engaged/married people bring their spouses to the US. She was telling me that in order for me to bring my spouse to the US without a sponsor, I must have to have made over $18000 annually for three years. Kind of impossible as a student. It's a shame that a human in today's world must support an unjust government to have a clean tax record to be with the one he loves. I think romantic love must be the number one hindrance to carrying out one's convictions, yet the number one support factor at the same time.

I became very stressed over the situation, rambling to Kristen how unjust my scenario was. I could not consciously pay my taxes with blood on my hands, but I could also not bare to be apart from Suzan.

So we made it to class, and there was a Reiki healing specialist named Whitebear who was there to teach (and heal) us. He was a Christian, mind you.

So an added bonus was that Whitebear could see auras, a colored ring of light which emulates from us. He noted that I was a contemplative purple, which I had heard from others who could see auras also. Of course, with the charisma scare in our culture, you are always skeptical to begin with, and I still have my doubts. Nevertheless, I do believe Whitebear has the spiritual gift of healing (also, he's a pro masseuse).

Whitebear first took time to explain Reiki, an alternative form of medicine, to us. Then he started working with us all individually. He came to me last, for whatever reason, having already acknowledged me as purple at the beginning of the class. Upon coming to me he said, "Ah, skeptic number 2" (a previous kid had also been skeptical of him). Strangely, I was the only one that he said seemed to have no physical disturbance or pain on my body. This was true, as I was feeling good and rested today.

Finally, he asked if I had a decision to make. I was hoping he would come to this conclusion. He sat next to me and wanted to assist me in making this solution. I started secretly doing a meditation I had learned before, breathing in "Yah" and exhaling "Weh." Though he didn't know I was doing this, he immediately noted, "You're turning back and forth between blue and green now." Blue indicates an opening in spirituality, and green indicates the awakening of spirituality, at the body's most vulnerable center of compassion and love.

He touched my back, and I began to feel a warmth on my back. I noticed my something restless in my throat (the center of communication/expression and the opening to spirituality). I kept doing my meditation as he proceeded. He asked if I felt something in my legs. I did, and the twitch I felt moved down to my ankles. I was thinking about the decision: a decision to take a stand against government or the decision to sacrifice justice for the sake of being with my love (he had also mentioned love had something to do with this earlier). I told him I was not ready to make the decision (I wanted him to hold on longer so I could meditate more on it), and he said, "Let's see what happens when I take the indecision away."

Immediately, the leg/ankle twitching left me. The warmth on my back was gone. I was released from the healing process without reaching a verdict. During the whole thing, I was trying to come to a realization that the Kingdom of God is within me and that I can BOTH fight injustice and be with my love, despite the laws and systems in place. I wanted to realize I had the power. I think he didn't want to hold on to me for that long because he never wanted me to actually reach this decisive climax.

He said I was allowed to tear up. I felt myself beginning to do that, though there was seemingly no reason for it.

Anyway, although I reached no conclusions, I feel as if I am in the process of not only believing, but embodying the fact that the Kingdom of God is within me. The fact that this Kingdom is more powerful than any system, anything I can see, touch, or otherwise sense in this world (if you've ever seen The Matrix). With the Kingdom alive in me, I can use the Holy Spirit to see this world though a completely different light. I have the legitimate power to overcome facts, science, and logic and even do miracles. If we weren't called to do the impossible, God would be nothing but irrelevant. I can resist taxes and be with Suzan, simultaneously if I truly believe this Kingdom to be real. The question is whether I will remain a skeptic or embrace the madness of Jesus.